A. The Single Woman.
I recently read Jill Reynolds' The Single Woman: A Discursive Investigation. It was quite interesting, although there weren't really enough (any) monsters or grotesques in it. Which is pretty much a requirement these days.
But it reminded me of:
Specifically, one of my favourite scenes in the film (along with the bit where Mr Darcy... er, that guy Mr Darcy is playing, wears the ugly jumper).
Smug Married: "Why is it there are so many unmarried women in their thirties these days, Bridget?"
Bridget: "Oh, I don't know. Suppose it doesn't help that underneath our clothes our entire bodies are covered in scales."
Which then reminded me of:
"Men cannot resist her. Mankind may not survive her."
"Irresistible beauty. Unstoppable instincts."
Which made me think of:
D. Jennifer's Body.
Which I haven't seen yet. It's on the list.
But that reminded me of:
E. Britain's Next Top Model.
Specifically the episode below, where the aspiring models are covered in blood for a horror themed photo shoot.
And all of the above surged into my head today while watching this:
F. Agatha Christie's Poirot.
I caught the end of an episode, where Poirot and Hastings are discussing the successful resolution of a case. The mystery was solved when Poirot revealed that two characters, the dowdy nurse and the stunning blond, were in fact the same person.
Hastings is deeply disconcerted. If a beautiful woman can make herself look drab, surely a drab woman could make herself look beautiful? Think of the ramifications! Poirot replies that this realisation is "the beginning of wisdom."
Et tu, Poirot?